Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.